Here take back the stuff that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me.

The ordinary man is ruined by the flesh lusting against the spirit; the scholar by the spirit lusting too much against the flesh.

One of our forefathers must have read a forbidden book.

We accumulate our opinions at an age when our understanding is at its weakest.

Nothing makes one old so quickly as the ever-present thought that one is growing older.

Nothing can contribute more to peace of soul than the lack of any opinion whatever.

Of all the inventions of man I doubt whether any was more easily accomplished than that of a Heaven.